Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never
Nothing like before, for real man)
goin down baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
What? ! uhh, dmx
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, the truth?
I miss robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was
Went to God once in a when it got a little too hectic
He was the one I knew that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't know I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty niggaz die, dumb shit, up in the hood
good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would happen but I callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are
As yours are mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to you with it
From in my soul to every that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
I walk the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the hood I'm from
I only got one to that - why the fuck am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it be me
Please shed light, the dark
I did my dirt but got a heart
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to them o's
in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In other words nigga my was weak
Please feel I speak,
ain't your average ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
This shit is deep, from the of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

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rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it your fubu sweater
Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I
And rep for I stand for
With every single I breathe
the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed and broke
If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my with a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die
Get the peppin in your faggot nigga
Cause you die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb
Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and a nigga name livin forever!

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